Post by Wren on Jul 16, 2012 14:19:44 GMT -5
In the hallway of a cheerful looking nursing home (if there is such a thing), two wizened looking old men are standing talkin to one another. The man known as Jeb is leaning on his cane and clicking his false teeth together in his mouth while his buddy Don is shuffling his feet back and forth trying not to drift off from all his medication as he holds on to his walker with a death grip.
Don: I'm telling you there Jeb, that boy Sigmund is going to whomp all over that little girl.
Snorting loudly, Jeb points a liver spotted hand at Don.
Jeb: You better have the doctor check your medication cause you're out of your mind. Wren is one tough lady. I've told you before and I'll tell you again you darn poster boy for Alzheimers. Wren is gonna stomp a mudhole in Sigmund's butt and win the whole dang tournament.
Starting to get angry, Don shuffles closer to Jeb and forces him a step back with his walker.
Don: Don't you be telling me nothing you old codger. Hell, you ain't even been with a woman since 1923, much less know what a tough one looks like.
Face getting red, Jeb lifts his cane and pokes Don in the chest eliciting a grunt from him.
Jeb: What are you talking about now? Shoot, I was just with your mama last night... and we did it...ALL NIGHT LONG!
Still holding the cane, Jeb rotates his hips and thrusts his pelvis in Don's direction nearly falling over. Don's face drains of color as he lifts his walker and swings weakly at Jeb's bald head.
Don: Don't you talk about my damn mama like that you perverted old kiwi.
Ducking out of the way, Jeb parries the walkers blow with his cane and the two old men stand there red faced and breathing hard, looking like geriatric Jedi Knights about to do battle.
Jeb: Then just admit that Sigmund ain't no match for Wren. Just admit that you're wrong and we can go get some Jell-O from the cafeteria.
Putting hs walker down, Don looks at Jeb curiously.
Don: They're serving Jell-O today?
Jeb: Yes siree. Strawberry too with them little chunks of pineapple in it.
Don licks his lips in anticipation and Jeb smiles.
Don: Well what the hell are we fighting about then? Let's go get some before it's all gone.
Walking their old mans walks, the two geezers take off for the cafeteria side by side with visions of Jell-O dancing through their heads.
Suddenly though Don stops and Jeb halts as well.
Don: I just remembered something Jeb.
Jeb: What's that?
Don reaches up and smacks Jeb hard in the back of his head, surprising him and causing his false teeth to go flying off down the hallway.
Don: Sigmund is gonna beat Wren like a red headed stepchild.
As Don bursts into laughter, Jeb goes shuffling off after his teeth shouting and shaking his fist in the air.
Jeb: Osh nosh he ain'tsh. Wrensh gonsh kish hith ath...
And with that the scene fades out...thankfully.
Don: I'm telling you there Jeb, that boy Sigmund is going to whomp all over that little girl.
Snorting loudly, Jeb points a liver spotted hand at Don.
Jeb: You better have the doctor check your medication cause you're out of your mind. Wren is one tough lady. I've told you before and I'll tell you again you darn poster boy for Alzheimers. Wren is gonna stomp a mudhole in Sigmund's butt and win the whole dang tournament.
Starting to get angry, Don shuffles closer to Jeb and forces him a step back with his walker.
Don: Don't you be telling me nothing you old codger. Hell, you ain't even been with a woman since 1923, much less know what a tough one looks like.
Face getting red, Jeb lifts his cane and pokes Don in the chest eliciting a grunt from him.
Jeb: What are you talking about now? Shoot, I was just with your mama last night... and we did it...ALL NIGHT LONG!
Still holding the cane, Jeb rotates his hips and thrusts his pelvis in Don's direction nearly falling over. Don's face drains of color as he lifts his walker and swings weakly at Jeb's bald head.
Don: Don't you talk about my damn mama like that you perverted old kiwi.
Ducking out of the way, Jeb parries the walkers blow with his cane and the two old men stand there red faced and breathing hard, looking like geriatric Jedi Knights about to do battle.
Jeb: Then just admit that Sigmund ain't no match for Wren. Just admit that you're wrong and we can go get some Jell-O from the cafeteria.
Putting hs walker down, Don looks at Jeb curiously.
Don: They're serving Jell-O today?
Jeb: Yes siree. Strawberry too with them little chunks of pineapple in it.
Don licks his lips in anticipation and Jeb smiles.
Don: Well what the hell are we fighting about then? Let's go get some before it's all gone.
Walking their old mans walks, the two geezers take off for the cafeteria side by side with visions of Jell-O dancing through their heads.
Suddenly though Don stops and Jeb halts as well.
Don: I just remembered something Jeb.
Jeb: What's that?
Don reaches up and smacks Jeb hard in the back of his head, surprising him and causing his false teeth to go flying off down the hallway.
Don: Sigmund is gonna beat Wren like a red headed stepchild.
As Don bursts into laughter, Jeb goes shuffling off after his teeth shouting and shaking his fist in the air.
Jeb: Osh nosh he ain'tsh. Wrensh gonsh kish hith ath...
And with that the scene fades out...thankfully.